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Paige B.

Paige B.

Mistakes, mistakes

I do not know
All of the answers.
I forget sometimes
And I’m not always right.
 
Don’t listen to me,
Because I will be wrong
And you will end up hurt.
I’m sorry.

Everyone makes mistakes, and in that we are all alike, and that is alright.

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There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
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Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
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I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
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Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
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Left Behind

As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
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Us

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
Winter’s Sorrows are the Problems of Spring’s Tomorrow

He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
autumn

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
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star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
oblivion

Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
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What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
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What does the wind taste like?

The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
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Sorry.

I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
broken love and blood

damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon
Maybe

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter



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